Alison grinned and headed for the stand, finishing off the last bite of her skewered pork and tossing the skewers into a conveniently located trash bin. There was a line- of course there was a line, gyros were amazing- and she got into it, glancing back at Eileen. "I'm at my parents' now, by the way. Dad was over when that thing tried to get in, so he insisted." That and the shattered windows and worry for her dogs had been enough to send her packing. At least her parents were local.